Stepping memories away

I felt the rip with my fingers lightly. I tense up when I realize that there is a small map that slipped out from inside the photo.I open the map. My eyes widened as I realized that the map had strange coordinates 41° 16' 27.78" N, 87° 34' 06.16" W. I grab the map again and roll it out on my desk. I trace my fingers along the coordinate planes and realize the map is too small so I run to the Attic. I almost trip over one of the wooden planks. The blackness of the night had almost completely taken over the house. I grab open the door that leads to the attic. It looks like a black void. I can barely see the stairs in front of me but I trust my instincts and take a step forward. Every step feels like my life is on the line. I grab the railing next to me. I bet I looked dumb a 6,4 foot tall seventeen year old guy scared of falling down stairs. I knew that if James ever saw me like this he would laugh his ass off such a great best friend. As I reach the top of the stairs I feel a chill run down my spine. It was just the wind plus the attic had not been cleaned in years, not overreacting. I walk to the right corner of the attic where the world map is. I don't understand why we still have it. It was my fathers he had a dream of traveling the world well that was before he..I shake my head, getting the memories away from my mind for now. I grab the map in my right hand and head downstairs. I trip over one of the stairs and almost hit my head to the floor when I grip the railing. My knuckles go white as I pull myself up. I look in my left hand to realize that the map isn't there but then I remember I put it in my right hand. I checked my right hand and there it was. I facepalm myself. “Ofcourse im that dumb.” I sigh as I head back to my room locking in. As soon as I safely get in my room I lay out the larger world map on the floor and grab the small map trying to match the coordinates. Then I find the exact place where the small map should be positioned. I trace my fingers along the coordinates carefully making sure not to overtrace a coordinate one single slip of my finger and I could lose the coordinates. Twenty minutes later my fingers finally meet at a specific point on the map. There it is the place where I might be able to find my little brother or at least get a clue of where he is. “Damn, it's a thirteen hour drive.” I sigh. If I wanted to see my little brother I would have to leave Aster and mom behind. I couldn't understand what if they got hurt while I was gone or what if mom died. My head started to ache with what ifs. I bring my hand up from the map. I made a decision. I need to go. I am going to the place where I might find my brother.